When I'm all alone it's the best way to be.
When I'm by myself nobody else can say goodbye. Everything is temporary anyway.
When the streets are wet — the colors slip into the sky.
But I don't know why that means you and I are — that means you and... I quit, I give up.
Nothin's good enough for anybody else, it seems.
"Circle" - Shooting Rubberbands at the Stars (1988)